Izenhahn

Serene Isley kept in a leather straight jacket.

The old workshop is deathly quiet.

Silence occasionally punctuated by the pigeons cooing as they nest in the roof, or wind rustling around the decrepit building. It isn’t perfect, and it was true to say that most of the tools no longer work properly. It is a remote location, surrounded by a labyrinth of hostile, overgrown trees and vegetation.

Over the years, lathes, presses, saws and other heavy machinery have slowly been replaced by less agricultural equipment. Leather restraints and harnesses hang from the wall. A row of metal cuffs, clamps and other grim instruments are laid out.

But I forgot to mention the new sound echoing through the dank construction. A low, rhythmic snore. The rumble of someone slumbering soundly in their chair…….

CEO Ariel is sleeping off the effects of the chloroform rag used in her kidnap. The lean and haughty bitch never quite understood the value of being a considerate employer. I feel that once she awakens, the stark reality of her plight may force a change of attitude. Naked, apart from the heavy straitjacket, ankle cuffs and the new slave collar, her gleaming high heels and glasses remain on for the moment.

The cleave gag holding her panties in her mouth will soon be changed for one of the many gags housed in the old workshop. The straps of the straitjacket are pulled spitefully up through her crotch…..but it won’t be the first object stuffed in her from now on.

The road to academic success often skirts the tumultuous route of torture and doubt.

Amelia sat in the back of the car, sullen expression almost as resentful as her feelings toward Mother and Father.

She never appreciated the social conventions of her family, and Father had had warned her that a spell at Madame Beauregard’s finishing school for young ladies would be next. Sure enough, the warnings went unheeded and the vintage jaguar rolled up in the driveway of the austere establishment…..a warm evening with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere hung over the school.

At the age of nineteen, Amelia was adamant that she could act as she liked. Smoking, drinking, the occasional recreational activities including boys and sometimes girls…..they were her choices.

Mother despaired at yet another immature tirade from her daughter in relation to this subject, and she flung the passenger door open in a fit of pique.

“You are a stupid child. There is no sense in us trying to tell you how a lady must act. Your poor Father is routinely castigated by the gentlemen’s club due to your debauched behaviour. He will be barred one day, and then we may as well sell the estate and become chimney sweeps!”

Father calmly exited the vehicle and tried to settle Mother. But it was too late, Mother was beside herself, as she slumped back in her seat. Gin and Valium would be the only thing to soothe her nerves tonight…..

The scene was cur short by the heavy main door of the school opening, and the Madame herself appeared. She was imperious, tall and elegant, her age difficult to judge. Her pristine outfit was all black leather and boots, confirming her commanding presence. The cold expression disappeared and she warmly welcomed Amelia’s parents. A cursory glance was shot toward the girl, then Madame Beauregard returned to make pleasantries.

“Your daughter will be well taken care of, I can assure you. I have a number of comportment classes and I also teach cooking and music. Our girls must be multitalented…..after all, what else can they hope to achieve?”

Amelia was ushered inside by an underling that appeared from the darkness within the school. The Madame made final preparations with Amelia’s parents and handed an initial invoice for payment. Father looked somewhat ashen at the amount, but Mother was at her wits end. The price and more on top was worth it, Amelia would be out of trouble for the time being.

Madame Beauregard walked into the room, smiling benignly at her latest student.

“I hope you’ve been settled in, dear Amelia. We have just enough time for your induction before bed. Are you comfortable?”

The Madame didn’t expect a coherent response. Amelia had been changed into one of her new uniforms and hair expertly plaited. The white latex straitjacket and wide leather collar had her well secured, with the arms of the jacket hooked to the metal frame she was sat on. Her latex panties matched the jacket and the handy zipper was undone…..allowing the head of the hitachi wand to nuzzle against her pussy. The heavy leather belt harness ensured the wand stayed put and the small, squat plug up her ass was gently pulsing.

Amelia tried to talk around the ball gag deeply sunk between her lips, but a garbled, drooling grunt was all that escaped. Her legs and ankles were also restrained by leather straps, her white latex stockings giving a very preppy coed look. The vibe was on its lowest setting, with the girl shifting and trying to avoid the nefarious stimulation. She fixed the Madame with a challenging look as speech was not possible…..for her part, Madame Beauregard had changed into a black latex catsuit, tight corset and knee high leather boots. If only Mother and Father could see what was happening now…..or perhaps they suspected this ‘specialist’ institution wasn’t quite what it appeared to be.

The Madame walked toward Amelia and pulled a chair up, sitting opposite the stricken girl. She raised a boot and began to press the head of the wand deeper against Amelia’s crotch. The girl yelped as the device sent throbbing waves through her. Madame’s expression became deadly serious….

“You will have discovered that this is not a conventional school. Our methods of education will have the same end results, but with a somewhat alternative curriculum. It is important to note that your parents signed all release forms and you yourself signed the NDA when you arrived. Admittedly, you were probably convinced to do so, but that is of no concern. I have an excellent reputation in this field, having trained and tamed thousands of entitled bitches like you. I should also mention that this ugly face piercing you have will be removed.”

The boot pressed harder.

“Every session in this school is recorded as a way of maintaining student and parent confidentiality. Your Mother and Father might not wholly approve of what we’re doing, but the threat of becoming social pariahs when their daughter is seen in this environment……well, it’s too ghastly for words.”

Amelia grunted again. The vibe continuing its work. She was struggling to keep her composure as the incessant prodding teased and edged her. Madame Beauregard smiled and allowed the shameful cumming to play out. Amelia exploded as the waves of pleasure battered her innocent body.

The Madame stood impassively as Amelia twitched and jerked in the aftermath of her orgasmic trial.

“I’m feeling generous, Amelia. Your parents have paid quite a bit more than the usual fees I charge, so for that, you get a couple of more orgasms. I would definitely savour them, because tomorrow is your first day in class.”

Madame Beauregard switched the vibe up a notch and the girl’s eyes widened as she was relentlessly teased in her bondage. The Madame resumed her place on the chair and watched Amelia cum a few more times, her cries and groans for mercy now becoming more pathetic. Eventually the torture ended and Amelia was released from the frame and helped to her feet. She was unsteady and physically exhausted from her ordeal as the Madame buckled the straitjacket up, pinning Amelia’s arms across each other. A leash was hooked to the collar and the girl was led to the door.

They walked out of the room and headed down the hallway, Madame Beauregard’s boot heels thundering on the floor. Amelia whimpered as the leash was yanked hard to keep her moving at pace, her pussy was tingling and her plugged behind full with the squat toy up there. They eventually arrived at another door and Madame Beauregard opened to reveal a bedroom. Amelia’s gagged moan was rewarded with a slap to the face and Madame Beauregard grabbed the leash harder.

“Silence. You will be permitted your freedom when you are in here. This is your room, but my little princess, you will be sharing with your new friend.”

Amelia could hear the rattle of chains as another lady appeared, pulling some poor girl behind her. The girl was in full latex catsuit and hood. A plume of red hair streamed from the top of the hood. She had a blindfold and gag panel buckled around the head covering, her cries muzzled as the metal collar and cuffs connected the chains, which then ran down to the ankle cuffs. Madame Beauregard acknowledged the new arrivals, starting with the lady.

“Thank you, Miss Travers. I’ll take this from here. Amelia, Miss Travers is my deputy governess here. She specialises in etiquette training and posture. Her classes offer the more demanding curriculum here.”

Miss Travers was a little shorter than the Madame, but she too was dressed in the latex suit and leather boots. The slightly hooked nose and keen blue eyes gave her the look of a bird of prey. She turned her exacting gaze to Amelia, and spoke with an equally clipped accent….

“Fresh meat, I see. Although I understand you’re from better stock than this heifer.”

The latex gimp was now kneeling on the bedroom floor, head cocked to hear from within the hood. Amelia looked down, unsure of what to do. That is until Madame Beauregard gripped the girl’s hair….

“Miss Travers addressed you, Amelia. She also complimented you too. Say thank you.”

Amelia managed a gagged thank you and she stood, face flushing with humiliation. She looked down at her new roommate who was silent in her bonds. Miss Travers nodded and curtsied slightly to the Madame before leaving. The Madame would spend the next hour undressing both girls and placing them into their night attire, a pair of pink latex dildo panties and shock collar. If they tried to interfere with anything, then the result would be painful. The girls were allowed to be ungagged, but any talking would also be punished by the collar. Madame Beauregard stood before them.

“Those panties are to remain on at all times. There is an opening should you require the toilet….but only for urination. The rest will be dealt with tomorrow when you are sent for the daily enema, epilation and showers. Cleanliness both inside and out.”

“Sleep well.”

The Easter Bunny comes around here every year.